Those on which we climb, gouge, and claw,
shattered and scared from sieges of trust,
who still seek us out,
unbent by attempts of displacement.
Fear torn from their eyes.
Pain so deep it screams without sound.
Eventual conversations speak truths seeking reality.
Once accepted, the pain vanishes,
Replaced with thoughtful forgiveness.
Thankfulness inexpressible with words,
conveyed through tears of joy.
Relief resulting from a state of being.
Movie dreams of Kings and Queens,
legends, stories, and myths.
The peacock strut,
gasoline and coconuts,
as long haired hookers on motorbikes whiz by.
’Throwing Bones’ and ‘Delicious Dimples’,
It all depends on how you view it.
Whether you are a Humane Being,
or just being human,
It takes a certain Kind Human to exist.
One needs to be missed before they are missing,
while the sharks are being fed
with the carcasses of sheep.